I, the Grassland Plague God, Sacrifice to the Evil God of Misfortune at the Beginning

They called me the "plague god" of the grassland, saying that my touch would bring blight and my existence would be a disaster. I believed until my people tied me up as a sacrifice to the evil god "Bala" for self-protection. On the altar, I did not wait for death, but I waited for a scrutinizing gaze and a lazy voice. The evil god Cang Ye whispered in my ear: "The smell of curse on you is very familiar." He saw through the secrets deep in my soul that even he didn't know. With a contract, I sold my soul to an evil god and used his power to avenge all betrayers. I became the tribe's new fear and their only refuge. They knelt in the dust and begged me to save them, but Cang Ye just entangled in my hair and asked me casually: "My contractor, who do you think we should start the reckoning with first?" It wasn't until thousands of monsters came to the city and the ancient prophecy came true that I truly understood - I, Anari, was never a plague god. I am the incarnation of ancient "disaster and rebirth". And this disaster and hope sweeping the world all started with me and will definitely end with me.